Chordal Foilage

Life is about the sustain.
The long held notes.
The freedom to breathe.
The ability to look around.

Chordal foilage, environmental bliss.
We live here in peace.
It is our habitat.
Forever tranquil, forever the same.

As the words exit my mouth.
Bringing out the colours inside.
With qualities, tones and vocabulary.
Techniques I have practiced since birth.

But I am too sheltered.
Never Curious.
My actions remain the same.
Till I begin to challenge comfort.

Someone who is comfortable might as well be dead.

Yesteryears Joy

There was a man
There was a boy.
He lived alone.
He lived for joy.

Knowing too much.
Knowing the truth.
The boy was murdered.
Betrayed by his dad.

A father full of remorse.
A parent full of guilt.
Never telling anyone.
Not even his wife.

What is she finds out?
Surely she will not.
All the things I have hiding.
Deep down below.

I gave it birth.
I gave it death.
Yet I cannot point the finger.
I will not admit mistake.

Tomorrow is the same.
Living in my footsteps.
Yesterdays mistakes.
Yesteryears joy.

Questioning Heart

Confusion in my brain.
A curious being some say.
Upon these words I dismay.
As the ladies touch persuades.

My wandering mind leeches.
But the thoughts of mine are pure.
They wish to lure me in.
Making me the prey.

It's like land mines in the ground.
Just waiting to go off.
I'm like a precious meal.
To the hawk that hungers on.

My eyes widen with my impending doom.
Your lich-like cold stare ingulfs me.
I made myself so vunerable to words.
Now the price, I will have to pay.

Have mercy on my heart.
Please leave me in the sun.
Don't lock me up to die.
I only wanted to see your smile.

Where has the love gone?

Microscopes.

Looking into a tall glass to see my reflection.
I see my pale skin and the dark rings under my eyes.
Have I achieved anything during my time here on earth?
Have I really set out to do what I want to get done?
Is my work being wasted on self reflection?
Should I finally let go and start again?
It seems my vain nature brings me down.
Afraid to be wrong. Afraid to be wrong.
Play to your strengths or work at your weaknesses?
Remember, pride is at stake.